Joell Ortiz - Ortiz in this Bitch lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Ortiz in this Bitch lyrics]
I don't how to be wack i am just that ill
I don't know how to be fake
I am just that real
Yeap it's none other brooklyn dun duh duh
Not Big Pun but a yes I am Puerto Rican and
What I'm speaking is scratch
Call me a beat fucker
I am always freaking the track
You niggas are meat suckers
There is no defeating the facts
Every time your teeth flutter
Ya tongue releasing the wack
I had been done around the world and
Put my piece on the map
Met every kind of girl and put
My meat on their back, i'm
Within my race and the lead is so comfortably
Asexual only I can fuck with me
This ghetto boy wants the life of luxury
My notebook neat but, I write disgustingly
Lately hip hop had been real light no worry
I am Dr conrad Murray i killed Mike
Who want with me who want with me
I'll ask again who want with me
Who want with me well grab a pen
Write something
Record it and let the game listen
And then I'll put in it on
The menu for next Thanksgiving
And bring your lil rap out on a dish
I'm Len Dykstra i black out when I spit
Yeah i am on a different kind of mission
I want a five star bathroom because I
Never had a pot to piss in
I want a chef cause there were
Mice in my project kitchen i want a pool
Not the hood one where
The lockers are missing
I want bar so we can toast
Here's a shot to living i want b ball court
My jump shot is sickening
I want Louies cause my nikes
At the bottom are ripping
I want a drop without having
To pop the ignition
I want a pit and have the
Diamonds on his collar glisten
I want a yacht
Yeah I want to do a lot fishing
I want guac so I can tell the doc listen
I need a clone cause that's the only way
I'll have some competition
I don't know how to be fake
I am just that real
Yeap it's none other brooklyn dun duh duh
Not Big Pun but a yes I am Puerto Rican and
What I'm speaking is scratch
Call me a beat fucker
I am always freaking the track
You niggas are meat suckers
There is no defeating the facts
Every time your teeth flutter
Ya tongue releasing the wack
I had been done around the world and
Put my piece on the map
Met every kind of girl and put
My meat on their back, i'm
Within my race and the lead is so comfortably
Asexual only I can fuck with me
This ghetto boy wants the life of luxury
My notebook neat but, I write disgustingly
Lately hip hop had been real light no worry
I am Dr conrad Murray i killed Mike
Who want with me who want with me
I'll ask again who want with me
Who want with me well grab a pen
Write something
Record it and let the game listen
And then I'll put in it on
The menu for next Thanksgiving
And bring your lil rap out on a dish
I'm Len Dykstra i black out when I spit
Yeah i am on a different kind of mission
I want a five star bathroom because I
Never had a pot to piss in
I want a chef cause there were
Mice in my project kitchen i want a pool
Not the hood one where
The lockers are missing
I want bar so we can toast
Here's a shot to living i want b ball court
My jump shot is sickening
I want Louies cause my nikes
At the bottom are ripping
I want a drop without having
To pop the ignition
I want a pit and have the
Diamonds on his collar glisten
I want a yacht
Yeah I want to do a lot fishing
I want guac so I can tell the doc listen
I need a clone cause that's the only way
I'll have some competition